It starts with small, fleeting touches.

Jongin knows Kyungsoo thinks he doesn’t know. Doesn’t know the way he basks in the attention he receives from others; others who are not Jongin.

At first Jongin doesn’t mind, really, he’s not like the overly jealous-overly attached boyfriend everyone seems to keep pining him in for, and its not like he’s doubting Kyungsoo’s loyalty and love for him anyway. But due to these excessive amounts of unnecessary skinship and gooey eye contact from anyone who isn’t him, he starts to get annoyed.

Like, really annoyed.

At first, it’s the poorly forced bromance they have going on for Kyungsoo and Suho, having them both labeled as Umma and Appa of EXO respectively, naturally making them gravitate toward each other and pair up. Of course Jongin plays along and acts like he wants the umma and appa of EXO together—but that’s the thing, he doesn’t. Its just fanservice, he knows, but it doesn’t make him the least irritated.

And there’s this whole we’re-best friends-because-we’re-both-main vocals thing with Baekhyun and Kyungsoo—and its driving him nuts because people are actually shipping and buying their playful banter and pairing together. People buy Kyungsoo’s chokehold on Baekhyun’s neck, their playful glaring and the shoving and the barely there height difference—basically everything they do together is adorable. Jongin wants to throw up because no.

When the pairing SeSoo comes around Jongin actually wants to flip a genuine table and scream his lungs out because seriously? Sehun was paired to him; he was his bestfriend, not his boyfriend’s personal couch. That’s right, most of the photos in the tumblr tags with ‘SeSoo’ is Kyungsoo sitting on Sehun’s lap and the latter’s hand firm on Kyungsoo’s thigh. His right eye twitches violently as he stares Sehun’s hand down as if his glare would melt it away. He gets up when its past 1 am, shuts his laptop down and huffs indignantly through his nose. Just then Kyungsoo enters their shared room looking all tired and sleepy, sweat-drenched towel draped over his nape carelessly. He turns to Jongin with barely open eyes which open slightly in alarm as Jongin passes by him without so much as a second thought. “Hey,” he says, grabbing his wrist lightly as he gets near him.

“Where are you going?”

Jongin’s eyes are a little unfeeling when he faces Kyungsoo with a childish pout, “I’m going to practice.”

When Jongin gently pries his boyfriend’s fingers away from his wrist, he doesn’t notice the hurt flashing in his eyes.

ChanSoo comes into the picture and he just can’t take it anymore. He doesn’t even disguise the hurt from his eyes as he sees Kyungsoo and Chanyeol talking all chummy-chummy in front of him like he doesn’t even exist. And here’s the worst part; he’s been trying to get Kyungsoo’s attention all day and all he’s gotten so far is curt nods, tight-lipped smiles and impatient brushing off from the same person he wants to spoil himself with. His previous smile immediately falls and he just stares dumbly at Kyungsoo and Chanyeol apparently having the conversation of their lives, the hurt creeping up to every fiber of his body.

He hiccups once, twice and he doesn’t notice that he’s clutching his pants too hard, his knuckles turning white from the tension of the grip. The next thing he knows his eyes feel a bit watery and his vision is clouding and he looks up because he wants so badly to not cry. He blinks rapidly for a few seconds until his vision clears again, and he mentally cheers for his tear ducts that have successfully slacked off on their job when the minute he refocuses on the scene in front of him a single tear betrays his eyes.

Chanyeol’s lanky arm is around Kyungsoo’s shoulder and he’s squeezing him and the latter leans on him in response and then Jongin abruptly stands up because he’s had it.

He angrily wipes the stray tear off and marches off without a word, away from the dressing room, away from Chanyeol, away from Kyungsoo, away from love.

Chanyeol notices this and turns to Kyungsoo. “Hey, where’s Jongin going?”

Kyungsoo sighs. Here we go again. “Don’t worry, Yeol. I’ve got this.” He stands up and follows him right away, without even so much as a glance back.

Jongin’s outside, sulking in a corner near a potted plant, away from the screaming fans, away from touchy bandmates and most importantly away from insensitive boyfriends.

Jongin sniffles once, twice and Kyungsoo’s heart breaks a little when he hears his boyfriends pitiful whimpering.

He takes wary steps forward and stands in front of him, voice soft as he says, “Jongin-ah,”

Jongin doesn’t show any signs that he acknowledges his presence but Kyungsoo doesn’t give up that easily.

He places a hand on top of Jongin’s shoulder and squeezes gently.

“Jongin, look at me.”

Jongin raises his hand up to wipe at his cheeks and nose and then he looks up at Kyungsoo with a childish pout. “Why are you here?”

Kyungsoo snorts and holds back a laugh as he sees how childish Jongin is being. “Jonginnie, we’ve been through this before—“

“Yeah but I can’t help it. Everyone looks like they want a piece of you!” he pouts and huffs, crossing his arms stubbornly.

Kyungsoo facepalms, chuckling as he crouches down to Jongin’s eye level.

“I assure you for the millionth time that they may all want a piece of me—but they won’t be having any. You know why?” He reaches over and places a soft palm on his boyfriend’s cheek, rubbing his thumb in comforting circles.

Jongin bites back a smile as he already knows the answer, but plays along anyway and answers with a “No, why not?”

“Because they’re not my boyfriend, and I don’t love them. They won’t ever get any piece of me because I won’t let them. I’m all yours, remember that.”

Jongin does this eye crinkling, cheek-lifting smile that makes Kyungsoo’s heart skip a beat.

He envelops the latter in his arms, and they share a moment in the secluded corner outside of the SBS building.

Kyungsoo knows Jongin’s  jealous because he naturally gravitates towards people, but he never fails to remind him too that there’s no reason to be jealous; he’s the only one he gravitates to voluntarily, the only one he’ll stick on to willingly. Because loving Jongin is like this, he knows he loves him wholeheartedly, but he needs the reassurance every now and then.

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WHAT DID I WRITE OHMYGLOB

HERE YOU GO KEZIA

/dies;

p.s based on the photo above